Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.